The Prince-ss and the Toad.
Ok. The original story of the Princess and the Frog (or maybe toad) is not mine.
-the characters don't belong to me, they belong to Hidekaz Himaruya
-This version of the Princess and the ______ (input frog or toad) is my own.
The forest was a chorus of wildlife when it was interrupted by loud giggling, and hurrying footsteps. If anyone had ventured into the forest, they would've seen a young person running past them. Whether it was a young male or female, they wouldn't know. It would be best to stare at this figure while he or she was standing still.
This person finally slowed their pace down into a gentle stride and after glancing back the figure scanned the scenery with a questioning expression. Making perfectly sure that the only company was anything four legged or with wings, then pulled out a sphere from its pocket.
Up ahead was a small abandoned well that always seemed to beckon him. It was once a part of an abandoned little town that once stood majestically. There was plenty of time to explore the town and to examine the well this time. Mother was busy with affairs from different households, father was in another country, and the siblings, went to town to do some shopping. Tossing the ball against the trunk of abnormally deformed oak tree near the well was always a favourite past time. Glancing back at the well, he felt pity. The well was once beautiful, with the white flowers that would've been trimmed back if anyone had cared for it. Its wooden little roof now was over grown with the white blossoms and branches, worn from the forces of nature. The white stone had a worn and weathered look as well.
With this distraction in mind, Yao threw the ball hard. It bounced straight up into the sky. Yao gasped in shock as it hit the roof of the well, and straight into its gaping mouth.
Yao's heart dropped, straight into the pit of his stomach, exactly as the precious ball had fallen into the well. He was rooted to the spot when his bubbling fear burst. Dashing towards the well, Yao looked down. As if hoping the ball wouldn't be too far from his reach. But it was hopeless he knew, as he looked down upon the bottomless pit, feeling the same sensation of sinking in the bottom of his stomach.
Tears began to rim his eyes. Fruitlessly, he tried to stifle the cries he feared would come out. Predictably, a soft cry issued from his parted lips, as tears began to pour. Very soon sobs began to rack the small figure, and despondently, he sat down at the base of the old well.
The ball had been a parting gift from a clumsy yet cheerful friend of his. He had moved away, with the promise of marrying him. Yao couldn't help but laugh and challenged him in the end.
"You'll forget all about me aru," laughed little Yao, as he watched the other boy pout with defiance."Oh, I won't, I promise you!" the other boy shot back, placing his hands on his hips; "I'll beat up all your suitors, marry you, and have at least seven kids!" Yao let out a little screech as he threw a pillow at the odd fellow. The other youth just laughed, ignoring Yao's embarrassed yet peeved objections, to pull out a golden ball, "This is my promise. I'll come back." Abruptly, the objections ceased. Yao was startled. He was taken back by this sudden gesture. His little chest felt tight and hot. His cheeks warm. He hesitated to accept the ball, but when he raised his eyes into the determined gaze of ImYong Soo, he timidly accepted it. Yong Soo grinned, "When I come back, it's going to be a golden ring!" Yao rolled his eyes, but he couldn't shake the embarrassment. "Did you know, golden rings originated from –"
"Quiet!" Yao interrupted, as he heaved another pillow into the grinning boy's face.
But that friend had died tragically in an accident. Yao remembered the grief he felt and the fact that he would never see Yong Soo's goofy antics, or happy smile.
He shook violently as he brought his knees to his face and wrapped his arms around them. He bitterly blamed his foolishness as his pain of loss intensified. His pain began to escape through his hiccoughs.
Wiping his face as he looked up, he saw the old and slightly broken wooden bucket.
...Could he?
His train of thought was interrupted when a sweet voice called out, "I don't think that'd be wise."
Fear rattled him out of his cage of despair and regret. No one ever went this far into the forest.
Quickly turning his head, he quickly saw no one.
"Above you." Said the voice, answering his silent question.
Looking up, Yao noticed a frog perched on the rim of the well, where it clearly wasn't there before.
-I actually came up with this story under an hour of questioning. It's supposed to be funny, but most of my stories are of a different style. This is not comedic for me. Hope you enjoyed it. I've already finished it in my head. The tough part's typing it out.
-One question. Do you guys prefer –aru 's at the end of Yao's sentences?